The next irresistible cosy crime novel from celebrity TV chef Rosemary Shrager!
Preparing a midwinter's feast for all hundred residents of the little Yorkshire village of Scrafton Busk is exactly the kind of challenge Prudence Bulstrode adores. A chance to show off her braised-neck of Moorland mutton, Wensleydale tart - and, of course, her famous figgy pudding - is just the thing to shake off the winter blues.
But on the night of the feast, local vagabond Terry Chandler is found dead - his body entombed in the pristine snowman standing pride of place on the village green. Who could have wanted Chandler dead? Why would they stow his body in such strange circumstances? And what is the meaning of his last enigmatic message, directing his brother to Mystery Hills, a place of which no-one has ever heard?
Crime and cookery continue to collide as Prudence and her long-suffering sidekick, granddaughter Suki, get drawn into another mystifying murder . . .
For a cosy winter mystery, this wasn't half bad. I actually enjoyed this! And not just for the atmosphere, which was the main reason I'd even started reading this. But the mystery was actually good! That deal with the red postbox? Did NOT see that coming. It was really interesting, the way all the pieces fit together. Sure I mean, I knew who the murderer was almost instantaneously, but the story and everything which led to the discovery of HOW and WHY, that was rather nicely done.
A good example of what it is. I’ll admit it’s not overly complex, and a little slower at times, but if you’re a fan of the typical light hearted detective programs on tv, you should give this one a read.